I love the way an uncurled fist becomes a hand again
Because when I take notes I need it to underline the important parts of you
Battle cry ballistic like a disaster in lipstick
Earthquakeing and taking out the monuments of all my hollow yesterdays
We’ll always have the obvious
It reminds us who and where we are
It lives like a heart, shaped like a jar that we hand to others and ask,
“Can you open this for me?”
We always get the same answer:
“Not without breaking it”
More often than sometimes, I say go for it

-Shane Koyczan